The villain's way to tame the protagonist

After all, the more sense of accomplishment you accumulate, the more pleasure you will gain that you have never experienced. When failure comes, the frustration and even despair can be devastating.

Ansher didn't think of destroying Xin. He just wanted to allow this saint embryo, which seemed to have taken shape but was actually still a long way from being complete, to grow... correctly.

Even if you have made progress, you must have a correct assessment of your own strength, Miss Saint.

"Miss Xin." Anser suddenly said, "Do you still remember the matter about Miss Elalo?"

"...Hmm?" Xin tilted his head in confusion.

The devil chuckled. Xin, who had learned to pay attention to any emotional expression of Ansel, looked at Ansel's face, but could not read anything from his smile.

There must be another purpose for taking so long!

Xin was absolutely certain of this - although it was impossible for him to perfectly discern Anser's emotions, if he said "I can't see anything", then there must be some conspiracy!

"It was the absurd attack that seemed to have ended, but was actually just a prelude."

The Saint thought about it and quickly remembered what Ansher said.

Three revolutionary soldiers attacked Donggang without warning, but she contacted the church to stop them. Xin didn't care about the follow-up. She only remembered that the three revolutionary soldiers who had been judged were captured by Elalo's people, and then it seemed... it seemed that they died?

That incident was just an introduction...so what was it meant to lead to?

After a few seconds, the long gray hair scattered on Anser's legs trembled slightly.

Because Anser was still touching her face, Xin didn't raise her head, but just moved it slightly, but a look of realization had already appeared in her eyes.

It's... Spider-Ms.

Xin, who had been eavesdropping all this time, of course knew Lian De's psychological condition very well. She didn't care about Lian De's hostility towards the church, but the suspicion of Ellalo that came from this hostility made Xin wary in her heart.

Because no matter how you look at it, you feel that this is Ansel's inducement of Lian De, and one of the main factors that made Lian De hesitate at the beginning was that she couldn't be sure whether Elalo was really connected with the church.

However, Lian De's dual surveillance and investigation of the church and Ella Luo has not made any progress so far, so Xin naturally put the matter aside and did not think about it again.

But now that Anser has said this, it means something is bound to happen. But what if Lian De discovers Elalo's identity?

……strangeness.

After a moment of throbbing, Xin fell into confusion.

It seems like nothing will happen.

Lian De has made up his mind to replace Elaluo with Su Silun, and Su Silun has also agreed to cooperate with Lian De. Even if Lian De finds out that Elaluo is hiding his identity as a believer, what's the point? This matter itself is nothing more than forcing Lian De's determination, but Lian De now... doesn't need any determination at all.

Totally...unfathomable.

Xin felt confused because she couldn't guess what Mr. Devil was going to do, even though Mr. Devil had told her what was going to happen, and even though she had grown up and could see more clearly.

"The devil... sir."

She murmured subconsciously: "I have improved. I know you are seducing me."

"Really?" Anser lowered his head slightly and looked at her with a bright smile, "So what?"

Xin looked into those ocean-blue eyes and could sense Mr. Devil's undisguised love and smile.

Mr. Devil, I think it's funny.

Does he think I'm funny?

Feeling a slight tremor in his palm, Anser raised his eyebrows, "Why, are you angry? It's not that I underestimate you, it's just..."

"No."

Xin responded softly, resting her head on the armrest and covering her cheek with her other hand, and said softly: "After all, Mr. Devil is always Mr. Devil. Even if I grow up, I will still lose."

"Last time, I was just lucky. After all, I know that God's salvation will never be wrong."

"Well... there's no need to attribute it to luck."

"Being able to stick to your choice is also a kind of ability, although you insist on it because of your faith in God. But from your tone... you don't seem to have much confidence this time."

He bent down, wanting to get face to face with Xin, but Xin's figure disappeared instantly, from lying on the armrest of the chair to sitting against the back of the chair.

"Even if I don't have confidence, I will find a way. I have always been like this, Mr. Devil."

Xin in the shadows hugged his knees and said calmly, "Even if you don't care, I will find the answer."

Anser laughed heartily: "Isn't this great? I really want to see you beat me again."

The snow-white neck that seemed to be entangled and clung to by the shadow was bulging, like a hungry person who had mistakenly entered a feast.

"Then...I'll do my best."

However, the sound coming out of his throat was still calm, with just the right amount of firm belief.

However, the saint, who was leaning against the chair and shrouded in shadow, looked completely different.

The hands holding her cheeks trembled slightly unconsciously, and all that came to her mind was Ansel's confident expression, words, and even...encouragement.

Mr. Devil doesn't care at all even if he loses once.

Although he denied me, he must have thought that it was just my luck.

He never thought that I could defeat him, that I could succeed, that I could bring him... salvation.

The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

I really want to see... Mr. Devil's confident face turn into one of disbelief, into one of... shock and vulnerability.

Recalling what she saw on Elalo's ship, a scene that she would never forget in her life, what Ansher revealed at that moment made her feel as if something was running and burning in her empty body...the anguish of a loser.

If I beat Mr. Devil again this time, what kind of distressed expression will Mr. Devil show?

The surging heat seemed to rush to his face, but this body should not have such a physiological reaction.

Even though he didn't know the answer now, he didn't care. Xin was convinced that he could solve Anser's puzzle this time, not as a student to be taught, but as a challenger to overturn Anser's plan.

The difficulty of this test was just right. She already had sufficient intelligence and only lacked the final inference and some information.

If it were her in the past, she would never be able to come up with the answer to this test, but now... it is possible, no, it is certain. She has been reborn and will definitely defeat Anser again.

Because Anser misjudged her ability, he gave her a problem that she thought was unsolvable, but was actually just the right level of difficulty.

A faint light seemed to appear in the holy blue eyes.

Hehe... Hehehe, Mr. Devil, Mr. Devil... I will definitely defeat you, I will definitely... redeem you.

The cheeks held in both hands, the uncontrollable smile, the faint light surging in the eyes...all of this makes Xin's beautiful face shrouded in shadows form a creepy horror picture.

Compared to Xin who was gradually losing control, Master Anser was in a much more relaxed mood, because when he thought about what was going to happen next, he found it difficult to restrain the joy and comfort in his heart.

Every player who has gone through so much trouble to empty the monster's health bar will cheer for it. The growth gained by the players and the substantial improvement of the game character's attributes make them more confident in facing the next enemy.

But the designers will let them know that this lingering pleasure is just to prevent them from escaping the next long period of suffering.

In other words, they are twisted to the point where they enjoy suffering.

It’s not good to be picky about food, Miss Saint.

On the devil's face, there appeared a smile that was even more evil and terrifying than Xin's gradually distorted expression.

It's not enough to indulge in the victory I allow you, you should also be... hungry for the pain I give you in order to reach the climax of the halftime.

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Susilen craved pain.

Therefore, when that slightly surprised, mixed with a bit of disgusted gaze fell on her, her delicate body exposed to the cold air couldn't help but tremble instinctively.

"Tell me the truth, Susilen..."

The streets of the port city are always cold late at night, and the howling sea breeze makes it difficult for people to stay outside. But right on the embankment facing the sea, the boy's helpless voice mixed with the sound of the sea water sounds a bit more ethereal and mysterious.

Anser leaned against the railing and used his cane to lift the chin of the girl who was kneeling piously on the ground: "You don't have to go to this extent, do you?"

I just called this useful chess piece out to give her some instructions, but who would have thought that she would come out wearing a coat; a coat is fine, but what she was wearing underneath prevented the air from creating any additional resistance at all.

He tilted his head slightly: "If that's the case, I'll have to consider you as not paying attention to my mission and orders."

"Please forgive my impoliteness, Master."

The girl, whose whole body was stained with red, was breathing softly. Ansel had obviously not done anything, but just being stared at like this made her find it difficult to control the flow of hormones and cells.

Su Silun lowered her eyes slightly. Her respectful voice became somewhat sentimental due to her unstable breathing. "I did this... to better fulfill the mission you gave me."

Anser glanced at the neatly folded coat beside Susilun, and the neatly placed... well, some kind of torture instrument on the coat, and asked curiously: "Then I want to hear how you plan to use this method to better complete the task."

"Yes."

After Anser removed the cane, Suslen knelt down again, her slender waist and round hips creating a strong contrast in the moonlight. If you put this direct impact aside, the lifelike black nine-headed demon snake tattoo on the snow-white back is even more memorable.

"Lian De Shen Lan is planning to usurp the power of Elallo Triumph tomorrow. She has already gained the support of more than 50% of the nobles under the Triumph family. According to the imperial law, she is qualified to challenge Elallo himself and directly seize... the entire Triumph family."

This law was enacted by the third emperor at the end of his reign, in order to see the grand dukes fighting each other with more despicable and sinister means. The challenges between the grand dukes are actually nothing. What is important is... how to make half of the nobles in each other's territory rebel. It is precisely because the conditions are so absurd that the various intrigues that arise from them provide dramatic tension.

What is even more dramatic is that Lian De actually intends to use this method to take down the entire Triumph Family in a fair and square manner.

"Well... after all, with your joining, it is equivalent to my tacit consent, which is the upright and royal way."

Anser was not surprised by this: "He didn't want to leave a stain of being a traitor on his ruling career, but he also wanted to minimize my disgust... It was a clean and beautiful approach."

"So...what does this have to do with you?" Hydra looked down at the pure white girl kneeling in front of him, "and what does this have to do with your current appearance?"

"After I am elected by her, I plan to make a declaration... against Ivora."

Susilun's voice was still pleasant, but the twisted hatred that was gradually burning inside was crackling like firewood being fed into a furnace.

"It's not acting, it's not doing it purely to complete the task."

She still spoke softly, but her slowly rising tone revealed her true emotions at the moment.

"Only the purest catharsis is... the most perfect success."

"This is what I demand of myself. I must do my best to complete your task."

[Do you understand, Saint? ]

Anser chuckled and asked the Saint Lady who was sitting on the railing.

Xin stared straight at Su Silun. She could hear what the girl was thinking, so there was no need for any meaningless thinking.

[Bearing the pain that Ivora had endured, and thus temporarily engraving the revenge she had inflicted on him deeply in every part of his body and soul...]

[Repeating your thoughts is cheating]

[Mr. Devil said I could cheat like this]

Her Excellency the Saint was completely indifferent. She remembered every point of Ansher's teachings very clearly, except for some that she could not understand yet.

Anser shrugged imperceptibly, then looked back at Susilen, who was trembling with the growing passion: "I understand why you want to recall the pain, right?"

"Yes."

Su Silun's breathing became more rapid. She slowly raised her head. Her eyes were not pure blood red, which showed that there were impurities in her bloodline. However, the madness surging in the blood red perfectly reflected the purity of her bloodline.

"Please...give me suffering and pain."

She stared at Anser, her eyes intoxicated and crazy: "Let me remember why I exist, and in the future... why I will live in suffering and pain."

"Well, now that you've said that..."

A strange smile slowly emerged on Hydra's face. Just this smile made Susilun tremble suddenly, as if she was frozen by the cold sea breeze.

Anser raised his hand, and the various torture instruments on the other party's coat also floated up... Not to mention the trivial things like blindfolds and shackles, under Anser's soft and hard nagging, Miss Ming Fuluo had no choice but to invent some buzzing gadgets - such as round objects with soft brushes; pearl necklaces with large gaps and not beautiful appearance; from time to time, they emitted crackling electric light, with small clamps and strange clamps in unknown places; and some underwear that seemed to be filled with some kind of fine "fluff"...

All in all, it was a scene that could only be described as wonderful.

Facing Su Silun's eager gaze, Anser gently shook his fingers and smiled with narrowed eyes: "What Ivora did to you doesn't need these things. She is not that gentle."

"Yes... because tomorrow is the day and I cannot get hurt too badly, so I want to experience the humiliation she experienced, so that I can recall the revenge she took on me because of this humiliation."

"But I don't know how you treat her." Ansel said this and slowly put the blindfold on Su Silun, "So..."

The shackles bound the innocent girl's hands behind her back with a click. Amid her rapid breathing, Mr. Devil said very innocently:

"You have to tell me in person how I should treat you."

Susilun's body trembled violently again, as if she was afraid of the scene described by Anser.

“Please…” She took a deep breath, her voice trembling and a little distorted, “First… put it in… uh-oh!”

"and then?"

"And then...haah...I need to put on...that..."

"Oh, this thing. To be honest, when I asked Luoduo to make a few more, she was very reluctant. What's next?"